CNN and the horror going on in the gulf. Wow. Just wow. The destruction of the marshes and breeding grounds. This is already a catastrophe.

Chicken soup: Check, just had one of those :)

Thanks dc... wanted to hear it from someone else before I listen to the sales pitch! lol
:outfield:

I am using my central air for the first time..and it works. I cant believe I got this house for so little, and it all works, (knock on wood) and even if it didnt, it came with a year warranty...

how did I get so lucky?

Happy to have finally braved the motor vehicle department and made myself street legal. I've been procrastinating it for over two years. *shaking head*

Just how much a TRULY supportive presence in my life can make a real difference.... Just how much i didn't realize that what i was looking for was my Daddy, and how much i am glad to have Hym in my life.

Good Evening Ms. Dark,

My former regional manager was like this. They all got a surprise when I was busting shit out of the top of my head after only being on the job for less than a year..The end result? I had a bad anxiety attack and quit my job less than three weeks later. This company worked me and several other managers to the bone and never thanked us for it...

Have a good night!

Zimmy

Heya Ruthie,

Be careful of that sales pitch. The one DeVry gave me, sounded wonderful and I signed up for my Bachelors in the Business Information Systems and I graduated in 2006 but could never get a job in that field. I spent over $65 grand on that degree that I cannot use, since most companies here in Florida aren't hiring. If you can get into a state school, which is much cheaper, go that route. Private schools don't offer many grants or scholarships to their students. I loved the education I got from DeVry, but I ended up getting a job in retail to pay my bills and my student loans are still in deferment. Do some research on your own before the admissions rep contacts you again. I know DeVry has been involved in four class action lawsuits because of the untruths they told ppl.

Hope this helps,

Zimmy

A friend from here whose Mom is quite sick. And my Mom, who is also battling cancer. And my neighbor whose husband passed away from cancer last week at age 61. And one of my closest girlfriends who had polyps removed this week and while in there, the doc found a something he was not expecting.

Prayers.

On my mind today:

People think in polar terms. They bifurcate into black and white because the gray is either uncomfortable, scary, or a hue that they can't recognize. In the bifurcation process, something is lost. Erased. Crumbled. Smashed down.
Cut a cake in half and dare it to happen without the tiniest crumb falling on the counter. Cut a baby in half and watch it die.

Our need to parse, to label, to identify, to section, to separate is so great that we are willing to chance a loss, even the tiniest amount, to be comfortable.
Sometimes we don't call it "parsing" or "sectioning", instead we say that it is better for the plant to snip off the extra leaves. Easier to eat the cake when it has been cut. Quicker to find our shoes if the box has a neat little label on it.
We even go as far as to call that "work" when it is actually the avoidance of work.
We call that "streamlining the process" when it actually hinders it on a greater scale.
We call it "less messy" to cut the cake and let the crumbs fall where they will so that we have a nice, neat section of sweetness rather than digging into it with our hands and licking the crumbs from the counter since they, too, are part of the cake and took just as much effort to include.

We do that because we are human, and humans like things to be as uncomplicated as possible. Every now and then though, there will be a rare soul who is willing to dig through the unlabeled shoeboxes in the closet just for the sheer joy of the hunt.
The rare soul who will let the plant prune itself and be glad to marvel in the process.
The hungry soul who, rather than chance losing one iota of morsel, will dive head first into the cake and lap it up as if bobbing for apples, icing coating their eyebrows, and the soft underbelly of chocolate or vanilla sponge coating the back of their throat.

The sensitive who will defy the Soloman's of this world and say, "Do not cut the baby, let her live."

medusa's post:

the other night i was eating a salad and half way through i noticed that i was using my fingers instead of the fork. and it was fun--i had bought this buttery baby organic lettuce and the feel of it was so soft and i didn't even stop myself after i realized--it was far too enjoyable to do something that was *bad* and it was like twice the experience of using a fork. :)